I was relaxing in my palatial, modern bathroom taking a long, hot bath that was filled with expensive oils and salts. I had spent a lot of money getting the bathroom of my dreams, but I deserved it. Heated floors, Italian tiles, expensive lotions, mirrored walls, and every sex-toy imaginable made this retreat my favorite little corner of the world. Normally...
He found me on the packed dance floor. I don't know how, it was like he had a sixth sense for where I would be. I tried to ignore him as he sidled up to me, tried to make eye contact with some of the guys dancing in my vicinity, tried but failed. Then I heard his hypnotic, mocking voice in my ear, the thumping dance music suddenly fading to background noise...
"Hi, Cynthia!" "Uh... Hi?" I looked uncertainly at the guy standing behind me in the bus queue just across the university campus. Did I know him? "I'm Richard. You do remember me, don't you? We met at Gabby's party." "Oh, yes. Yes, of course!" Well, I recalled the party two nights ago but not Richard. The only new face I remembered that night was a hand...
I have to thank a pair of people who went over this and made it far better than i could Honeybree and Pepper_pace. The two of you did so much for this story i can't even begin to thank you. For all of you who read this story please enjoy it. It is a long one, but I couldn't cut corners on this one. So enough of my useless rambling and enjoy the show! comment...
Hi folks. All I can say is that I'm sorry. From the comments some of you realized that this story came out a bit late. I posted it the sundat before Halloween so it took a week to actually be published. Literotica is a very busy site so I probably should have posted it much earlier. It did come out right on Hallowen on the other site and the second part was...
Many of you seemed to have liked my life story so far Chapters 1 - 5. I am very flattered; what girl wouldn't be? You've motivated me to reveal more about my life and career as a shemale (more of a 'she' than a 'male' if you don't mind). I've got lovely boobs you know. Just one thing, if you haven't read Part ONE you'll make it a little more difficult for me...
CHAPTER 1 I never got on with my old man, ever. I blamed him for my parents' break up. It was all his fault. Ma wasn't perfect, of course, and couldn't put up with his obsessive workaholicism and they argued about it constantly. Ma left him briefly a couple of times, she later told me, before she found someone else who lived halfway round the world, and wal...
Chapter 22 When It All Goes to Hell the First Time It took Mattie Shepherd nearly two weeks to confer with Bernie McFadden, perform her due diligence research, draw up all the necessary paperwork, get Shane's signatures, and get a check cut for $50,000 out of Shane's trust fund. This suited Shane perfectly, because on the following Monday she went in to wor...
He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...